Death’s tunnel
Laying in wait for death’s approach; covered with a thin sheet from the neck down to my cold toes. Close friends and family sat silently in the room. The sound of a tear drop and whimper were heard here and there, but everyone held the fear and sadness deep inside. Everyone trying their hardest not to cry, remembering what I told them only but a few month ago, “fear not death, but rejoice for God awaits me on the other side!” I exclaimed with a struggle. I hated seeing people sad. I hated sadness even more when I know I am the cause. It seemed only like yesterday that I was a young man, full of dreams, getting married and having three wonderful children. “Time flies when you’re having fun and enjoying the blessing of life God has given you!” I tell myself lying in wait for my tunnel of transport.
An hour passes and I still await death’s arrival. Close family and friends still sitting in silence with the same whimpers and cries here and there echoing throughout the room. While lying in my deathbed, I began to glance back. Back in time, observing all of my good and bad times, times when I was obedient to God and the times I was not. The times I shouted in despair and the times leaped with joy. Bringing it all together and viewing my life as God would. Viewed this way brought new insight that I never came upon before. After moments of viewing, I could hear God whispering in my ear, “it is time.” Only but a few seconds after the words were spoken, a small black hole formed before me. Growing to a rather large size with a swirl of evil spirits lying in wait. As the breath of life began to be extracted from my body, I uttered, “death has come for me and I am frightened for my soul!” No one truly understood the uttering from my mouth for no one could see the black hole of death, swirling before me. As the last breath of life exited my body, a sigh of last words went forth from my soul, “Oh, Lord! Oh, Lord! Why have you forsaken me?”
As my soul began to be sucked into the black hole, the view of my lifeless body and loved ones vanished behind me. Great fear and trembling came upon me as I entered into the tunnel of no return. Helplessness dwelt deep inside. Twirling deeper and deeper into the hole, I began to cry out, “is this my destiny oh Lord?” Not but a short moment after the last word left my soul, a light opened at the end of the tunnel. Peering into the vortex of light, there stood a man in a glowing white robe. As I came closer to the man, the sense of joy and peace entered my heart and right then I knew who the man was that stood with arms wide open, ready to receive me. The man was Jesus, and the closer I came, the stronger the joy and peace became. Transferring into the light and out of death’s tunnel, gliding straight into Jesus’ arms with tears of joy streaming down my face. Right then I realized that God never forsook me and there was no reason for being afraid of death, for Jesus had already defeated death.